In the house we never built
The winter is always cold enough
Just a little salt in my wounds
What happens if I tell you
And my heart was simply wrong
Just say the words and I'll turn around
I'll be gone without a sound
And burn this house to the ground
Just a little salt in my wounds
Break it to me gently, gently!
And my heart was simply wrong
Just say the words and I'll turn around
I'll be gone without a sound
And burn this house to the ground
And my heart was simply wrong
Just say the words and I'll turn around
I'll be gone without a sound
And burn this house to the ground More from Gabrielle Aplin